High School Autobiography (Hero Generation)

CHAPTER 32: EGOCENTRISM IS SECOND. (Part 2)

“Laisa, why are you confused to find the culprit? Why don't you tell all your friends to stay at your house, then you monitor them, you can monitor through the surveillance camera.” suddenly a speech containing a brilliant idea emerged from the mouth of Kak Farka.

“Eh, yes, why just thought.” I immediately turned to Brother Farka.

“But, the time of the police can not handle this problem, not that the police already know this problem, what else has been in the news on TV, and I should also be interviewed 'right?” my wonder.

Brother Farka chuckled, then said, “Makanya school, let me know what happened there.”

Immediately I heard the insinuation.

“Today, all students are monitored by the police, for 24 hours the police will monitor the students of High School Lily Kasih,”, said Kak Farka revealed the facts I just found out.

“Loh, am I not included?” my search.

“Of course you come, that's why big brother came,” replied Kak Farka.

“Wait, 'Aren't you a cop?”

“Yes no, brother cooperates with the police as your responsibility, all students are so, simply put there are people who are used as impromptu spies, or rather you are monitored by detectives,” refute Brother Farka.

“Oooooh undercover cop,” I explained.

“Yes, more or less so, because if the police appear directly, the perpetrator is difficult to catch.”

“Means, yesterday, there was a spy dong pas my friends came?” my usut.

“Oh, your friends came here? Hmmm .. essentially anyway, all supervised, so, your friends yes, monitored too.”

“Eh, but do the students know this problem?” I investigated seriously.

“No, just you.”

I must have absorbed the words of Kak Farka.

“Oh yes, brother forgot,” Kak Farka remembered something.

Spontaneous my eyes were immediately fixed on Brother Farka.

“Tadi 'kan your phone there is a terror message in one of the applications, well, your phone screen is your brother gave to the police to find out his fingerprints, and unexpectedly, there are surprising results obtained, and,” beber Brother Farka.

Hearing the sentence suddenly made me focus on the mouth of Brother Farka, gasp at the facts that might be spoken, even for this I swallowed my saliva.

“Them ... Oteda,” concluded Kak Farka.

My eyes suddenly widened, flabbergasted for a moment when I heard his words. Unexpectedly, so quickly the perpetrator was revealed, if this was the case, then I could do as I pleased.

“Ha? I-I mean, the terrorist, Oteda? That fat kid?” my usut.

“That's why I asked you to monitor in your house, we find out.” Brother Farka just gave a suggestion.

”But, it's great that big brother can think to it, I'm just a fool with fingerprints,“ my flattery.

”Hahaha .. precisely brother thinks you are the culprit, because the terror message will be written on the application to write, but after reading carefully it is you who are terrorized, he said, well to make sure that you take it to the police and the result, Oteda's fingerprint is on your HP screen,“ denied Kak Farka.

”Wah did not expect, this problem will be solved quickly,“ I said with a malicious grin.

I was happy to know that fact, and I was more than happy to know that Oteda would be my source of joy with my friends.

”Do not justify directly! Sometimes what appears in plain sight is just a lie, according to a friend of the sister who works in the police, that the perpetrator could have made a 'black goat' to protect himself, but the second hypothesis, the second hypothesis, shows the perpetrator made a mistake, which means, this perpetrator is an amateur in acting evil.“ Brother Farka gave an important statement.

”Ahk back! I just beat up all the students, later also he confessed,“ my insinuation.

”If not among them how?“

”Hmmmm .. is there such a cop who can hypnotize friends to talk honestly?“ manya curious.

”Well, that's why the school, when Ovy became a victim, all the students were questioned through their subconscious, or the unconscious, and the results were nil,“ refuted Kak Farka.

”Yes already, if words can not make the perpetrator talk, then let this fist that makes him talk,“ I said as I raised a fist forward in my face, gestured, and, about violence.

”Kak! I borrow his HP, today the problem will be finished,“ continued me while extending my right hand forward.

”We call the police first, you can't act rashly like that,“ said Kak Farka doubting my actions.

”Bacot! Quick where's the HP!“ insist forced.

After languishing resignedly, inevitably, Kak Farka finally gave his phone, before I wanted to use my phone to contact my friends, because my HP SIM card was no longer there, so I wanted to use my phone, then borrowing Kak Farka's phone is the best way.

I sent messages online to all 12th graders, asking them to hurry to my house, and because today, Monday, teaching and learning is taking place, so they probably came after school.

And when the message was finished, I gave the phone back to Brother Farka.

”Laisa, don't let you regret.“ Brother Farka reminded as he put his phone into his pocket in his suit.

This time, my stress will soon pay off, my fingers will soon get the satisfaction to evaporate my emotions, this terror soon I end, yes, I will end!

I can't wait to see the face of Oteda I'm going to make bonyok, even when I imagine it I can already smile proudly.

”Laisa, if you act anarchist sister will not hesitate to act rudely to you,“ threatened Kak Farka.

But the fool with his words, I knew a man like him could not dare to hit a woman. Because, my stress will soon pay off, I did not even expect, that this problem will end quickly, when last night, I was really confused, my mind was confused, but again, again, that, today, the problem will be resolved quickly.

But to wait for the arrival of my friends, I took the time to play offline games on my phone, just playing football games, while Kak Farka, just silent contemplating, whatever he thought, maybe food, maybe, since I am also suddenly hungry, plus, I have not offered any dishes to Sister Farka.

So I put the phone on the couch, and while waiting for my friends to arrive, I cooked instant noodles in the kitchen, offering Kak Farka a cup of coffee, but dear, he refused on the grounds that he was still full, the offer to eat was obviously also rejected, so in the dining room, I only ate alone.

It was strange to see Brother Farka just sitting stagnantly on the carpet without the slightest ache, to the point that, he became my sight while I was eating.

Thanks to that, questions popped up in my mind. About, what was Kak Farka's school days like, what was his family like, or, what was his wife like. It is very strange to be close to someone but never know the origin, precisely his family, because it is not funny if it turns out that Kak Farka is a creature from another world disguised as a human being, but I'm sure, Brother Farka is human.

Then after spending half an hour eating, I returned to my sofa, and saw that Farka was still sitting firmly on the carpet, amazingly he was not sore at all, in fact, even, his face is still serious.

"Woy brother, think what?" my question is to make sure, fearfully brother Farka even possessed.

Then I sat back on the sofa facing Sister Farka.

"So don't want you to be anarchist" asked Kak Farka with a walled look.

"Sister hungry? Cook a noodle, if you want to eat a good meal, buy it yourself." and I even reply to Kak Farka's words with other topics.

There was no response from Brother Farka, he just kept quiet with pensive eyes, his gaze was bowed down.

"Sister, where do you live?" thanks to my curiosity, a question came up, and at the very least, while waiting for my friends to arrive, I had new information from Brother Farka.

"Sister's family is downtown." Brother Farka replied explicitly.

"Did your family know you had a weird side job? I'm sorry, don't be hurt, you know, the work of the social-energizing sister of the community, do they know?" my pedicabs.

But before Brother Farka replied, I had a laugh mocking his work.

"MILHHAHAHA ...."

"Social spirit of society, hahahaha .. there is-there is a man, very crazy, strange."

And somehow the more thought out, the more funny it was, then obviously I was thronging on the couch.

"BWAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA ...."

My laughter filled the house. I really don't think, it turns out that the more days, people get weird.

"Sorry, Brother, at first I thought it was the work of a madman who gathered for the sake of world domination, then they made a society called huahahahahaha social encouragement .. crazy is really crazy," I sneered to the sofa.

But all my ridicule and laughter subsided, for I was content to laugh at how disgusting a Farka Sister is. Maybe ten minutes I laughed to the point that my stomach hurt.

And uniquely, when I sat back up straight, there, in front of me, Brother Farka just smiled thinly, looking at me casually. She may be embarrassed to laugh at how crazy she is.

Until I remembered something, then my question was immediately diverted, then I asked Kak Farka, ”Oh Yes Kak, if the curse of death writing the autobiography does exist, then I asked Kak Farka, why should I write an autobiography? Isn't it just in case, we better not have to write?“

Brother Farka came closer, he looked down, a few seconds, then, he looked back at me, looking at me seriously.

”First, Guru Sukada's research needs are prioritized, indeed big brother also had time to think so, because who believes in curses in this day and age? And second, the benefits of this High School autobiography project are greater than no writing at all, third, no coercion in writing, and lastly, when you die, you leave the work, you leave the work, which hopefully our death will not be in vain.“

I nodded trying to understand what Brother Farka said.

”Oh yes Brother, is sister's wife prettier than me?“ ask me by tilting my head to the right and smiling sweetly.

”What question is it?“ ketus Brother Farka without answering my question.

”HAHAHAHAHAHA ..“ then I laugh because for me this feels funny, let alone see the look on the face of Kak Farka who looks strange.

”He, why are you laughing?“ wonder Brother Farka.

As I crossed my arms, I changed my laughter into a smile, looking forward to the void.

”Why is your attitude even weird?“ search Brother Farka.

”Loh, the perpetrator is known, of course I am happy, very, very happy, moreover, before he is in prison I will beat him first,“. And my joyous emotions are indeed uncontrollable, this excitement that makes my body gesture does look strange, how not, the big problem of my life that almost drove me crazy suddenly, he said, now I have found my way out, and because of that, I must express my joy, precisely, celebration, because I will be the hero, and indeed it feels like a victory.

”No Laisa! Pe ...,“ Kak Farka's words were blocked by my doorbell.

'TULALIT-TULALIT-TULALIT'.

”Well! That's like them!“ seruku with enthusiasm and a sense of anxiety want to punch the face of the Oteda turbulent increasingly berkantaran.